A Fickle Lover
This is the greatest
non-fiction.
Who on earth will
believe her action?
My chick,who was
like my security
agent;
who strengthened
me at lent.
Now became a
jackal.
Desiring me a basal
Is this not the
highest form of
irony?
My friend,companion
and crony,
at my back "bless"
my name
by gossiping an
extra negative fame
about me,her lover.
I thought she is a
real flower.
Even Abraham will
not believe;
this kind,type,form
and category of
deceive.
It sounds chinese
film in nature.
Ananians is the
feature.
Someone I hugged
and kissed.
Now to me,she
hissed.
Ah! I am the
living dead
the suffer head,the
poor head.
Eureka wasnt as
surprised as me.
Earnestness love
should be.
Yesterday,my sweet
sugarcane
that took away my
pain.
Today,the number
one antagonist,
who attack me,the
protagonist.
Tomorrow is
transparent
darkness.
It either be
happiness or still
sadness.
Copyright © Ugwu Cornelius Chidera | Year Posted 2014
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